Annemarie [Mf]

Part 1.

There she was, right there, framed in the doorway of the supermarket, exactly as I remembered her. The source of my misery. Well, no – that’s a bit harsh. She was the source of my joy. Everyone around us were the source of my misery.

I really noticed her first when she was just twelve years old, and I saw her, she took my breath away. I had seen her before, around the neighborhood, after all, she only lived a few houses down from me. The sun was directly behind her, and I saw a nimbus around her head. The effect was stunning.

It was summer, hot and humid and in the late afternoon, the light was just right, the clothes she wore were perfect, and her legs were outlined all the way to the top by the strong sunlight and light clothing. I could see the shadowed shape of her young pussy as she stood astride the steps of her stoop. Her hips were spreading, she was no longer the little girl down the road, she was displaying the beautiful young woman she was to be.

And she was looking back.

Over the next week or two, I seemed to be seeing her everywhere I went. We started out looking at each other, and she nodded at me. I nodded back, then we progressed to saying ‘Hello’, but if she was alone, without her younger brother that is, she began to stop me and talk to me. She introduced herself as Annemarie. I told her my name, Jerry, and we began talking about the weather, the heat, looking forward to the autumn, and then progressed to other topics, families, shopping, neighbors, and so on. We laughed a lot, she was fun to be with and had a wicked sense of humor much more adult than many people twice her age, my age.

This went on all over the summer. I was working in an office where I didn’t have to go in much at all. Technology was a wonderful thing, and I could do all my work on a computer and post it in. I did a lot of work from home, and while my wife worked every day, I was home. I took time out to spend with Annemarie, and after a time, some people started looking at me rather funny.

I had never looked at any young girl or adolescent like this before. I had never seen another girl like her before either, not one that attracted my attention like she did. I wasn’t grooming her at all, I wasn’t, really, but in hindsight, I wasn’t doing anything that would be steering us away from the bedroom either.

The holidays came to an end and Annemarie went back to school and my days became empty of the innocent fun and laughter I shared with Annemarie. We would ‘accidentally’ meet after school, but for me, that really wasn’t enough. Thinking about it, I really felt lonely when she wasn’t around. I know, I was married to a beautiful woman named Sandra, whom I loved, and I was getting as confused as an adolescent with his first hard on.

Work had a downturn, like it always does when the economy shits itself. Something to do with Asia and my company slowed down a lot. I wasn’t fired, but they asked me to take a cut in hours and pay. I took it and started looking for other commissions.

Money got a little tight so Sandra and I discussed ideas on how I could make some extra cash. One idea was that I could offer tutoring in math and science for neighborhood high school students. I printed out an ad I could pin up around the place with my number on it and opened my doors to tutoring. I did talk about this with Annemarie, and she was delighted I wasn’t sitting aound feeling sorry for myself.

At first, business was slow but then it slowly improved. One afternoon, just as I ended a tutoring session, I got a call from a parent a few doors down, asking me if I could tutor her daughter, Annemarie. I certainly could, I replied and asked what help did her daughter need. Apparently she was really good at math and science, but this year she was not making grades, so my help would be really appreciated. Also, Annemarie told her mother her teacher was not very good, dull and uninteresting, she wanted someone with a spark that could rouse her interest. The school had already expressed concerns at her lack of achievement and suggested a tutor if one was affordable. I was really happy that they had picked me, and it was entirely unexepected, really, it wasn’t planned – at least, not by me anyway.

The next afternoon, Annemarie presented herself at my door with her books and was looking forward to my tutoring.

She was booked in for a double session, two hours, well 110 minutes actually, and we started talking, about the neighborhood, the local stores, the neighbors, the school she was going to the teachers, students and everything else. I poured a soda for her, and I told her what was happening and for the first half hour, we made small talk, laughing a lot. I then said, “Well, I suppose we better do something.”

“I would love to do something with you,” Annemarie replied with a saucy little grin.

“I meant some school work,” I said in complete innocence.

“I didn’t,” she said again, “In fact, what I would really like for you to do is to touch me.”

“Annemarie!” I said, “What-” she put a finger to my lips, then leaned in and kissed me.

I was stunned! I had no idea she was going to do that, but she did.

When she broke, she said, “I really don’t need tuition in math or science, I can do them blindfolded. What I want tuition in is kissing you.”

“Then what are you doing here? mmm Nice kiss by the way, you been practicing?”

“It was the only way I could get to spend time with you without anyone else asking questions. And yes, with Donna, you know the blonde from the end of the block?”

“Yeah, I think so, but why?”

“Well, I been getting these wierd dreams lately, and I wake up with my… my…-”

“Your what?”

Annemarie point down at her crutch, “Ahh, your pussy.” I said,

“Yeah, my pussy. Thank you, I really didn’t want to call it my peepee… that sounds so immature.” She smiled one of those radiant smiles young people do when they are really trying hard to please or impress a grownup.

“It gets so hot, and I rub it to get it better. And that feels so good.”

“Your dreams?” I asked.

“Of you holding me, and kissing me and touching me.”

“Oh…” I said, “You know I can’t do that?”

“Why not?” she asked with a perfect guiless face, genuinely perplexed. “Dad used to do it to Mom – a lot.”

“Well they are adults, and if I was to do that to you, and we get caught, or you tell, it would be trouble, very serious trouble.”

“Like what?”

“Prison for me, and I have no idea what would happen to you.”

“I don’t care about me, but if we don’t get caught, I can love you any way I like.”

I knew what was going to happen here, I was going to fuck her. She leaned in and kissed me again and I didn’t resist her, I couldn’t. I had no volition when it came to her. My dick was as harder than it had ever been, my conscience was not making a sound, my heart was beating so rapidly I was sure she could hear it.

I kissed her back.

I took her in my arms and felt her budding breasts on my chest. She tasted wonderful and responded well when I started tongueing her lips. I felt her hand on top of mine, lifting it to her breast and I felt it, small and soft. I felt her hand on my cock, stroking it through the material of my jeans.

We pulled apart and she began unbuttoning her blouse which fell off her shoulders, exposing a small white bra holding a pair of B-sized breasts, fuck, she is only twelve years old, and she has tits like that? She quickly shed the bra and said invitingly, “Touch me, please Jerry. Touch my breasts.”

These were the smoothest, softest breasts I ever touched. They were perfect. The aureoles and nipples with a darker shade of brown, but perfectly contrasted with the fleshy white of her skin. I kissed her, and kissed her again. I lowered my head and kissed one nipple, then the other, and then suckled on it. I swapped and suckled the other. Annemarie’s nipples were standing to attention, proudly from the surrounding flesh, and they were tasty, very tasty.

She gently held my head to her breast and cooed, then whispered that this was the nicest feeling ever. She had butterflies in her stomach, but they felt so good being there. She felt her pussy warming up and all tingly, like it too wanted to be touched. Annemarie lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, and I saw her naked pussy for the first time.

I could smell her arousal from here, it was so strong. I reached down and felt the softest layer of pubic hair I had ever felt. I ran my fingers through it and over the hood of her clit where she jumped at the pleasure it gave her. Her labia were puffy, and slick with juice and she jumped again when my fingers slid over those gorgeous lips.

I didn’t hesitate, I kissed her exposed skin and then under her waist, just above her pubis. I kissed her pubic hair, then lowered my face and tongued her clit. She just about bounced off the chair she was sitting on, her legs spread as far as she could get them. She slid her ass forward and leaned back on the chair, exposing as much of her pussy as she could. I moved, getting onto my knees so I could lap that source of sweet nectar.

I ran my tongue all over her mons, and down onto the clit and she threw her head back and moaned her delight as I licked and tongued her clit, then her labia, then back to her clit. I knew what was going to happen if I kept this going, and within a short space of time, she started cumming.

Her moans and gasps were strong and she threw her head right back as she spurted moisture all over my hand and up my arm, the chair and my office floor. That was unexpected. She then just about collapsed out of the chair which was even more unexpected. I held her upright and didn’t worry about anything else, if she fell, she was going to end up with a bruise, and I certainly didn’t want anyone thinking I beat my students if they get it wrong.

It wasn’t long before she recovered and sat up asking, “What the fuck was that? It felt so good!”

I was taken aback by her language, but overlooked it, “Your first orgasm, I take it?”

“Is that what it was, damn, I want more of that!”

“You cum hard. Maybe that is because it was your first time, might not happen like that again.”

“Oh,” she replied somewhat disheartened. I just didn’t want to set her up for disappointment next time.

“Now you know though,” I went on, “What it feels like even if a lot stronger than I would have expected.”

“If I am rubbing myself, will that happen again?”

“Yes, of course, but maybe not so strong.”

“I’ll try it again, tonight!”

“It’s a bit messy, so maybe in the bath?” I suggested.

“Mmmm yeah, I suppose. But you, look at your dick, it’s still hard,” she said as she stroked it, “Can I see it?”

“If you like,” I said, “But be warned, it will jump out at you, after all, it’s a trouser snake.”

A somewhat shocked look crossed her face – then she laughed. “A trouser snake! What would it do?”

“It could jump into your hand.” I started, “Or your mouth!”

“Mouth!” she exclaimed, “Uggghhh!”

“Or your pussy!”

“My pussy!” I looked at the clock and saw that time was starting to get away from us.

“But not today, I think. You just about collapsed by me stroking you, what will happen if we actually had sex?”

“I wanna find out!” Annemarie said, “I wanna have sex! With you!”

“Oh baby, I would love to have sex with you.” I realised the truth of that. I really did, but I didn’t want to just fuck her, I wanted to make love with her. “But it has just got to be right. If we had more time..”

“Next time,” she said. She was sitting on a cum soaked chair, naked, her legs spread stroking my cock. “But I want to see it. Touch it, now!”

I stood and opened my belt, undid the button and zipper. She could see the outline of my raging tool through my boxers. I dropped my jeans and put my thumbs into the band of my shorts and pulled down. My cock flopped out, hard, pointing right at her face. It would have been easy for her to lean in and kiss my cock, to swallow it, but she just stared, wide eyed at it.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, “It’s so big!”

Well, I’m not big at all, I don’t have a 7 inch dick, just a regular six incher that is useful at times.

“Just average I am afraid my love.”

“How does it fit inside a woman?” she asked tentatively reaching for it and taking it in her dainty hand.

“Your pussy stretches to suit what’s going in it.” I didn’t want to say and what comes out of it too. No need to mention babies heads.

“Oh.” She took hold of my cock and eased her hand along it, gently caressing it.

“It’s smooth, and hard and silky and all hot,” she purred.

“Yes, and what you are doing is really nice. Now just wipe you hand along it, make sure your palm rubs over the rim of the knob. Gently. Don’t grip too hard.”

“Wouldn’t some oil be better?” she asked.

“Maybe, but not right now,” I replied as the sensual stroking of soft skin on skin heated my dick. She stroked and gently tugged me, making sure she did give good coverage to my knob. She was certainly a fast learner as I gave her instruction on what to do. I told her about precum and she used that to lather her hand, provide a little lubrication as she sped up her wanking of me.

It really wasn’t long and I felt that familiar tingling in my balls, telling me I was really getting close to blowing my bolt. “If you keep this up, your face is going to be covered in my cum.” I said with gritted teeth. “Better aim it a bit lower then speed up!” She did and within seconds I felt it starting to happen. “NOW!”

My jism shot out the end of my cock and covered her tits. “Oh wow! Its hot!” she said. Looking at her sperm covered tits, I agreed. Looking at the clock, I thought there is enough time to do one last thing. I got some tissues and wiped her over, catching the dribbles of my semen as it dripped down her lithe body.

“Jeez, you know how sexy that was?” I asked. She beamed, “There is one more thing I want to do today.”

“You want to fuck me?”

“Mmmm love to, but a guy has to have some time to recover after he has cum. Women can keep going but men, well – it’s different.”

“Ahh, it that what a one shot wonder is?”

I laughed, “Not really, but…” I leant down and pushed her shoulders back on the chair, and pulled her hips closer to the edge.

I spread her legs and knelt on the floor, lowering my face to her snatch. She jumped at the first touch of my tongue on her labia, and then again when I hit her love button. For the next five or six minutes she squirmed every time I hit a really sensitive spot, and moaned continuously at the pleasure I was giving her.

I felt her trembling growing stronger and stronger, and she spasmed, grabbing my head with her thighs, pushing her cunt onto my mouth as she came a second time. Unlike the first time, there wasn’t a lot of squirting but what there was covered my face, dipped onto my shirt. You know, I didn’t mind at all it was a lovely taste.

I made sure she wasn’t going to collapse off the chair and as I lifted my mouth off her, she grabbed me again with her legs, “You can do that to me any time and as often as you like!” she said.

“Love to,” I replied, “But if you don’t get cleaned up and dressed, we might not get a second chance.”

And that was my undoing.

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